There's silence for a while, and though he'd usually be glad to fill it, for now he's grateful, and just hoping he hasn't been too much of an imposition on this Lan Zhan's good graces. He sits up, when Lan Zhan asks if he's better, already feeling a bit guilty for making himself such a nuisance.
The hangover has cleared up, at least a little. Headache receded to something dull, the queasiness in his stomach mostly settled, and it was probably high time to make himself scarce.
"Mm, much," he confirms, "I'll ah... see myself out."
Even as he goes to leave a second time (much slower thankfully), he doesn't even make it to the door before there's that tug at his wrist again, pulling him back toward Lan Zhan. It isn't enough to knock him over this time, but it does prevent him from taking another step. He tugs at his wrist, even leaning his weight on it to try to pull away, but gives a defeated sigh when that doesn't yield results.
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The hangover has cleared up, at least a little. Headache receded to something dull, the queasiness in his stomach mostly settled, and it was probably high time to make himself scarce.
"Mm, much," he confirms, "I'll ah... see myself out."
Even as he goes to leave a second time (much slower thankfully), he doesn't even make it to the door before there's that tug at his wrist again, pulling him back toward Lan Zhan. It isn't enough to knock him over this time, but it does prevent him from taking another step. He tugs at his wrist, even leaning his weight on it to try to pull away, but gives a defeated sigh when that doesn't yield results.